Erend felt it surge through him like a storm breaking its restraints. Fury flooded his chest. It felt hot and absolute. It burns away the last traces of fear in his heart.
He would not let Zerathul decide their fate. He would not allow this creature to carve a future soaked in death, suffering, and endless despair.
It was as if lightning answered his resolve.
It flared brighter than before, violent arcs ripping outward from his body and whipping across the sky in blinding coils. Thunder cracked again and again, not distant, but born from him.
His fire followed a heartbeat later, erupting from his scales in vast tongues that rolled and lashed through the air, wrapping around the lightning instead of consuming it.
Flame and lightning twisted together, feeding each other, growing wilder with every breath he took.
Erend no longer looked like a Dragon suspended in the sky. He looked like a living calamity.
